Page 39 of Immortal Bonds

Thalric cleared his throat. "I wanted to be prepared in case."

"In case of what?" Creighton asked.

Thalric stared at him, gaze steady. "In case I met you."

"Me?" Creighton asked, astonished.

"Yes. I — well, I suspected my Little Biter was here after speaking with Eden about his dragons. He showed me the picture, and I made the connection in my head."

"And you didn't know I was your mate?" Creighton whispered, unsure of how he felt about it.

"I didn't, but fate knew that we needed time together before we met. She knew that I had to build a connection with you, that we had to trust one another, that we needed to share about ourselves before we were put in the romantic entanglement that comes with a mating bond. Can you agree that it was best this way, mate?"

Creighton nodded slowly. He could see why it was better.

"You want me to use this, then?"

Creighton nodded again.

"No — you must use your words." Thalric was more firm that time.

Creighton swallowed and said, "Yes, please, Daddy. Do whatever you can. I want you inside me."

Creighton watched his mate transform at that. His body didn't change — it was his demeanor that shifted. The glow in his eyes was familiar, but the speed at which he moved and the attention he lavished on Creighton was still so new.

Creighton's lower body was lifted and pillows placed beneath him. The vial was uncapped, and as he watched, a few drops fell from it into his body. Thalric capped the vial and tucked it away in the nightstand before he came back. He kept his eyes on Creighton's face as his fingers pushed against Creighton's rim.

It should have burned. Should have felt like a stretch. Creighton knew this much from his own experience.

None of that happened.

It was like his body literally opened up. The ease with which he spread was astonishing.

Thalric gave him a grin that was pure heat. "Yes, I know, Little Biter. The vial is meant to make it easy to stretch you. It only takes away the pain, so the pleasure⁠—"

His mate didn't get to finish the sentence, because as his fingers curled, every ounce of Creighton came to life. He groaned long and loud as his back arched up and his fingers clawed at the sheets.

"Daddy."

Thalric grunted. He pumped his fingers in and out a few more times, then pulled out and ran his hand along his shaft. He lined the crown up with Creighton's entrance and pushed in with one solid stroke.

Creighton was full. He was so, so very full.

"Mate," Thalric said, his voice that familiar rumble. The dragon was on the edge. Creighton's vampire nature was at the forefront too. His fangs descended, and his eyes glowed.

"Daddy," he said, garbled around his canines. "You. Need you."

At Creighton's insistence, his approval, Thalric began to move in earnest. The thrusts were so hard they shook the bed, made the headboard pound against the wall, and Creighton had to hold on for dear life.

There was no reprieve, no slowing down. The two of them were too wound up. Creighton's cock bobbed between them as the scent of the room shifted, changing as their pheromones released.

"My mate. My Little Biter. My Omega. Mine." With every word, Thalric's hips punched forward.

Creighton tugged at his mate, wanting him closer, wanting to bite him again, needing it. But instead of taking what he knew his mate would offer, Creighton tilted his head and said, "Mark me, Daddy. Please finish the bond."

Thalric had no hope of stopping. His jaw opened wide, and he leaned down to the exposed area. The tearing of skin was a sharp pain that quickly evened out as the dragon sealed their fate.

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